A typical day

Get up at the crack of noon.
Mooch about a bit, have something to eat.
Huge mug of de-caf.
Feel like crap*
Go to bed.

*The last week has seen yours truly become infected with a nasty little cold. It started out as just a man sniffle, something a woman would hardly notice.
Then on Wednesday it became a man cold.
But today I am forced to upgrade it to full blown man flu.

Today is the great south run in Portsmouth and K from down south is running in it to raise money for Marie Curie, but she's running with a cold and it's supposed to be bucketing down in the Pompy area today, poor thing.

Nothing particularly blogworthy has been happening in the world of Ed lately, except that the tax man recalculated the amount of tax I pay on my pension. For the last 6 months I've been paying too much tax. So my tax code was recalculated and sent out to me and behold, nothing changed.
Shit!
I'm going to phone them back next week, after my head stops feeling like it's stuffed with cotton wool.

I think I'll risk it and have a lemsip, then put the heating and the fire on and channel hop for a while.

Chin chin.